I have not ceased to be nor write, nor to be somewhat contrite, for my leisure in posting on this here blog and for that I blame not spell nor grog. The cause of course is of no concern to you who’d wish my words to burn but to the faithful tis this I say, “I hope you enjoy this poem today”!
The Journey Beckons
Awakened a’fore the rise
and the fowl’s young
so fresh to spawn
I sit upon the ocean’s shore
and dream of what’s to be,
of where and why my journey winds
and naught one bit on tides and times
but solely on the wanderings of me.
What events of yore have brought
to this peaceful, placid site
and brought about the wanting need
of which I now demand to know?
Why here, this place, safe as a womb
or perhaps as final as the tomb
of those who rest below?
But, why do I ponder where I am
and not on where I’ll be
as if my journey has no more
and here’s the end of me?
Because there are many roads ahead
that call to me by name.
And I must heed their beckoning
and travel without reckoning
as I have from whence I came.
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